When life offered me an opportunity to visit Ireland last month, I jumped at the chance because I knew I would witness some incredible scenery. From our home base of Castlegregory, located in Kerry county on Ireland’s southwest coast and long popular among wind sports enthusiasts, we were able to freely explore the local turf of Dingle Bay coast and surrounding areas. In retrospect, if I may, here are my three humble conclusions about Ireland: one – the endless and green rolling hills are indeed sprinkled with fluffy sheep everywhere you turn, two – it really does rain on most days of the year, and three – Irish people are genetically engineered to have boundless strength and energy regardless of how many hours a night they sleep or how much alcohol they consume. Furthermore, what impressed me most during our Irish adventure was the intense connection I felt to time immemorial, despite the fact that my own heritage is geographically very far removed. Very little seems to have changed since the very inception of time in these lands, so whether I was hiking along cliff edges and stonewalls or venturing deep into the hills, it continuously struck me that I actually looked at the same horizon, walked the same roads and felt the same wind as the ancient Irish vikings must have done eons ago. During those moments I actually felt myself become thoroughly Irish.